"No. But if it had to be something, I don't-" He grimaces. "I don't see why it had to be them."

The smile he flashes her way is half reassuring and half tired. "Not what I'd pick, but I'm not as creative or as sadistic as fate seems to be."

Next file. Except now he can't focus. He keeps looking back at the one at Olivia's side, worrying over who or what else might have fallen through the cracks between the multiverse.